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I wrote this on Monday night but got involved in 24 and never got to post it.

Wow, yesterday was the two month anniversary of the accident, and I didn’t even think of it. Actually, I thought yesterday was the 11^th which would make today the 12^th. Things have gotten much easier over the past two months. Heck, I was laying in a hospital bed drugged out of my mind two months ago today, remember Chris? I couldn’t even carry on a consistent conversation. But I also remember that two months and two days ago that I was walking around just fine with a Mustang on order and tickets to Germany waiting at the airport. But, God had a different course for me, my family, and six others, two of whom aren’t even with us anymore. People ask me if I’m mad, to an extent, yes I am. I don’t think that I will ever be less angry at the person who did this or the situation itself. There is the chance that I will never get to chase my kids around the yard. That affects not just me but my daughter Allison and any future children that we have. And that, my friends, makes me even angrier. Being angry though isn’t going to get me through this and isn’t going to make it any better, quite the contrary actually. I was telling Stacey the other day though that I really wish that I could just get a day off. I know it’s not realistic, but just a day without the pain, the 10 pound cast on my ankle, the wheelchair when we go to the mall, or the crutches. Heck you people should see the preparation that goes into taking a shower. I wouldn’t let you all see all of the preparation, unless I turned this into a pay site, but you get the idea.

So people have been asking me where I go from here. I should be off the heavy pain killer by March 17^th. I have a doctor’s appointment on April 3^rd to get x-rays of the broken areas and maybe remove the pins in my big toe and fit me for a boot. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, but a boot may allow me to put weight on the foot. I will return to work on April the 5^th. I won’t be able to drive, but I’ll be getting rides to and from work. Then in early May I should come out of the boot and be a little more “normal.” From there who the heck knows, probably a lot of physical therapy and hopefully a lot more of the way that things used to be.